No one looks
No one cares
At the poems I write each day
All I ask
Is for a word
Your thoughts on what I say
I slave away
Pen in hand
Trying to express
The way I feel
About some things
Not trying to impress
I write and write
I try my best
To put out a masterpiece
But time after time
Rhyme after rhyme
The dream is not yet complete
To look at some
Who get everything
People drooling over their roughs
The comments pile up
But my poems remain
Empty and untouched
Although I write
For no one else
It still would be very nice
For people to
Appreciate
The emotion in what I write
The worst part is
I'll never know
If I was ever any good
Because people could
Never take the time
To give my work a look
No one looks
No one cares
At the poems I write each day
All I ask
Is for a word
Your thoughts on what I say
Aug 18, 2013
Aug 18, 2013 at 8:26 AM UTC
No one looks
No one cares
At the poems I write each day
All I ask
Is for a word
Your thoughts on what I say
I slave away
Pen in hand
Trying to express
The way I feel
About some things
Not trying to impress
I write and write
I try my best
To put out a masterpiece
But time after time
Rhyme after rhyme
The dream is not yet complete
To look at some
Who get everything
People drooling over their roughs
The comments pile up
But my poems remain
Empty and untouched
Although I write
For no one else
It still would be very nice
For people to
Appreciate
The emotion in what I write
The worst part is
I'll never know
If I was ever any good
Because people could
Never take the time
To give my work a look
No one looks
No one cares
At the poems I write each day
All I ask
Is for a word
Your thoughts on what I say